first love

This power outage seemed difficult to deal with. After a while, someone in the group asked how it was going, but the answer they got was "please wait at ease", and even the counselors were not sure when the power would be restored.Some people who returned home replied: "Our house is also out of power. It may be that the entire district circuit is faulty. It was reported in the news just now."

"My phone is about to turn off automatically." Xie Nanqun took a closer look, slumped on the chair helplessly, and stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket.

Wen Lan was originally sitting upright, but when he saw a cockroach scurrying past the ground, he quickly changed to sitting with his knees hugged. Although she was a girl, she would not be in danger of being crawled by insects.He is not afraid of other bugs, but the one he hates the most is cockroaches, even though he grew up in the south.He turned off his mobile phone and yawned softly: "It's easy to get sleepy if you have nothing to do..."

The man who borrowed toilet water just now came to return the things, and happened to hear him complaining, and interrupted: "Hey, do you want to play cards together? Or play Werewolf?"

"Werewolf?" Wen Lan asked curiously.

Xie Nanqun explained: "In a game, there are werewolves, villagers, etc. Wolves can kill people, and whoever has the remaining people in the end wins." Back then, the class welcome party was also played, but he and Wen Lan sneaked away halfway, so they didn't participate .The original werewolf killing rules are a bit complicated. If you play casually, you will try to simplify it as much as possible, and the central idea will remain the same.

He lowered his voice and said to Wen Lan, "I'll teach you when the time comes."

Having seen the other party's ability to teach one-on-one, Wen Lan nodded. He himself is also very interested in games that he has never tried.

As a result, almost all the people in the dormitory on this side were called over. Wen Lan was a novice, so he naturally received special care and was allowed to avoid punishment in the first game he lost.Of course, playing games requires rewards and punishments to be interesting. This group of people who fear the world will not be chaotic took advantage of the power outage and coaxed the losing camp in the Werewolf Killing to tell ghost stories one by one, or perform some other talents.

In the first round, Wen Lan was a villager, and he didn't know how to lie, so he had to imitate the people around him to speak, but he was voted out after a while.Xie Nanqun got the werewolf, and fought with the other two wolves, and his ability to play tricks after death is also top-notch. If someone said that the handsome guy was untrustworthy and voted him, he would have survived until the end.

However, the werewolf camp still won, and Wen Lan also experienced a little bit of the fun of a group of people getting together to make a noise, and occasionally laughed with everyone.

Xie Nanqun, who noticed his emotions, also raised the corners of his lips. Although the other party didn't realize it, he had gradually integrated into different groups.

Wen Lan became a little nervous when he used up the benefits of being free from punishment in the first round. He happened to draw a werewolf in the second round. When he opened his eyes at night, he looked at Xie Nanqun and smiled brilliantly silently.The other party made a gesture, and the two cooperated to kill the villagers, and pretended to be innocent the next day.

Later, under the keenness of Xie Nanqun, Wen Lan realized who the witch was in time, and quickly killed her, not even giving her a chance to save herself.Furthermore, when the game officially started, everyone would not just throw in their hearts, so Xie Nanqun's face didn't cause trouble anymore, and he managed to protect Wen Lan until the end.

"We can't let you two be in the same camp, working hand in hand!" At the end of the round, the witch beat her chest and stamped her feet.

"Lucky, there's no other way." Xie Nanqun spread his hands, with a particularly embarrassing expression.

But everyone was joking, and after the teasing, they began to listen to the losers telling ghost stories, and insisted that they were dissatisfied, and they would only let them go if they showed their talents.Among them, a thin boy was forced to sing a song, which was actually in Japanese, and the pronunciation was quite standard. Everyone said that he was indeed an otaku, and he could also take a Japanese course in the future.

Until the fifth round, Wen Lan was a prophet and avoided Xie Nanqun out of selfishness, but he didn't expect to be killed by the evil opponent.

Willing to admit defeat, he pondered for a moment, then picked out a ghost story he had written before and told him: "...a pair of bright red high-heeled shoes appeared in the corridor of the fifteenth building. For some reason, only the shoes were visible, but no legs. That thing walked up the stairs slowly, the footsteps were unusually brisk, and the sound of the heels rubbing against the tiles was very clear. It was looking for something, it kept walking, and it hovered in front of the boys' dormitory..."

Everyone didn't expect that Wen Lan was usually quiet, but when he talked about ghost stories, he had a dark and dark feeling.Moreover, what the previous few people told were all old stories, but he told a brand new story, the content was terrifying, and the tone was so calm that it made one's hair stand on end.

The audience present, except for Xie Nanqun, all shivered involuntarily. Those who were timid even cried with a mournful face: "Why is it the fifteenth building! How can I sleep tonight!"

"This, because I wrote it, I chose a more familiar place..." Wen Lan replied sheepishly, as if the gloomy just now was an illusion created on purpose.

There was another commotion, but Xie Nanqun's face was flat, but his tone was full of disdain: "It's your own fault, who proposed to listen to ghost stories in the first place..." Isn't it easy to bully because the little basket is so white?Before trying to scare people, he didn't estimate how much he weighed, he really deserved it.

Now everyone is not in the mood to play Werewolf Killing at all. It just so happened that the corridor lights suddenly turned on, and the world seemed to return to the light all of a sudden. "A call!" Excited voices came from every corner of the dormitory building. Wen Lan was also tired, rubbing his eyes and preparing to go back to take a shower, and then go to bed to rest.

It's just that the people in the dormitory next door are suffering, those who can share the bed, and those who can't are ready to wear earphones and play that lively saliva song to drive away fear, otherwise I will suffer from insomnia tonight.

Xie Nanqun was daring, and commented on the story written by Wen Lan in a serious manner, and asked him where he contributed part-time articles.Wen Lan refused to reveal his life and death, and finally escaped by hiding in the bathroom.

"Apply the ointment again after taking a shower, huh?" The other party knocked on the door.

Wen Lan raised his voice and responded, "Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, he subconsciously touched the arm that had been touched, and retracted guiltily.